Just One More Drink

October 20, 2009
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Just one more sip.
That's what i tell myself.
Just one more glass.
I pull the bottle from the shelf.

The clatter of ice against glass.
Such a familiar sound.
The thick smell as i unscrew the cap.
The fate to which I'm bound.

No longer caring.
Feeling alive no more.
No longer living.
I continue to pour.

The burn in the back of my throat.
A price I'm willing to pay.
The soothing sweet nectar.
This is what I live for each day.

Swallowing full.
The glass leaves an indention upon my lip.
So many stare.
But the intoxication continues to drip.

When I pulled out that glass.
I never thought it'd be my last.
Pulling out the bottle.
I look forward to my next blast.

But as i open the cupboard.
My hand starts to shake.
The glass falls.
Leaving shards in its wake.

And like the glass i fall.
Like the shards i shatter.
Collapsing to the ground.
Because no one thought i matter.

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Chickadee said...
Jan. 22, 2010 at 9:43 am
This is great! I have a hard time finding words to rhyme like you did. I usually just write from my emotions. I don't care if it rhymes or not. You did great on this! Love it!
SilverDawn said...
Jan. 18, 2010 at 10:25 pm
WOW. total love <3 you've got great talent and writing style too. this is tagged as a favourite! (i must read more of your work ASAP!)
Annabelle7614 said...
Nov. 8, 2009 at 6:33 pm
Oh my gosh, I love this poem! I don't know what else to say!
ultrabookworm replied...
Nov. 9, 2009 at 7:32 pm
It's really descriptive. I myself have difficulty with that kind of thing, but you've done a great job with this!
springbreaksoonsortof replied...
Jan. 23, 2010 at 11:25 pm
amazing! great use of sensory language which makes me feel like im there with you
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